(Amy's POV)
Finally after a long night I arrived at school and made my way to my locker. As I grabbed my English and History books I saw out of the corner of my eye Taylor and her new friends picking on a small blonde girl just a year younger than us. She seemed familiar but I couldn't quite place where I had seen her but that didn't matter. Closing my locker shut I noticed that as the girls taunted and teased more people came to watch, others even joined in. I looked in all directions for a teacher but there was none, usually at this early in the morning the teachers would all chat with one another and they could care less about the kids. Then it hit me I had to stand up for her.
"Hey! How dare you pick on her you should be ashamed of yourselves!" I yell in return Caroline smirks.
"Whatcha gonna do about whore?" Caroline says. That's when my heart starts beating faster and I can feel myself shaking out of anger. Instead of doing anything I'll regret I just smirk.
"Caroline its not nice to call yourself such names that shows you have some bad self-esteem," as soon as I say that I can see Caroline's pissed expression now I have her just where I want her. I took one look at the girl and grabbed her hand, leading her away from the girls.
"Where are we going?" She asks but I just give her a sad smile. I'm taking her to the office so that they can clean up the blood on her cheek from where Taylor punched her. For some weaklings they sure can land a blow on someone. I looked over at her cheek as more and more blood poured out just looking at it made me feel weak and sick I couldn't imagine how she felt.
Ten minutes later she was all cleaned up and we were sent back to our classes with a excuse note. "Why did they pick on you?" I asked. Not sure whether or not she would answer my question.
"They did it because I'm Mexican, everyone always makes fun of me because of my race. That's why I dyed my hair blonde and I put on pounds of makeup. So nobody can see the real me."
Real Me?
"I'm sorry it has to be this way," that's all I managed to spit out after all what am I supposed to say to that?
Hate
Pain
Confused
This is what I'm feeling... or what I have been feeling. It's been there all along. All these feelings I can't touch them with my hands so are they really there? Some would say yes some say no by me.
I have no idea. This is where confusion comes into play. Pain? Seeing the distraught look on her face and on my parents face. Hate you ask. It's because I hate seeing someone look down upon just because of their religion, race or anything like that. What is the point in that? If only I knew why.